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Cockni O'Dire
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Watch out, bust the style I be kickin'
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I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken
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I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins
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Return of my dragon, pants be saggin'
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Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin'
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My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal
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I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet
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Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted
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From the phat back of blade, I must consume
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'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom
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So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew
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Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you
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VERSE:
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Divine Styler
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VERSE:
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Cockni O'Dire
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I bow my head to the east five times a day
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I put my face in the dirt every time I pray
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To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's
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Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover
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I'm steady rollin' with my head ***** up
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'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts
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And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest
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The black 850 representin' my status
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Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill
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My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still
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VERSE:
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Divine Styler
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VERSE:
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Cockni O'Dire
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I said take me from your House of Pain
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See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane
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So put down your juice, pass your jinn
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Push up on a skin, I begin to win
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There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been
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If I pass my jinn I begin to win
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I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn
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Push up on a skin I begin to win
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There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been
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If I pass my jinn I begin to win
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VERSE:
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Divine Styler
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Pass The Jinn
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| House Of Pain |
